They asked me what inspires me… Splashes of light.. Maybe it was that one Mexican night.. Maybe it was being within a inch of my life thrice. Maybe it was the one pair of pants… hmmm.. Lets see what picture I can paint.. Picture flying toasters going across the room, only to land in my mother’s face… A boy sitting in the back of a police car afraid to look up.. Hurricanes and neighbors telling you your moms died.. Skipping up alleys and singing cause i don’t think they will shoot a young boy. Or maybe it’s his deep breath running through the alley as the police chased Lesroy… hmmm.. Walking to the store and watching dead men get dragged up the street… Take your pic/pick… Fueled by all who are not suppose to be here… Fueled by being a brown wealthy boy who don’t entertain like the rest… Fueled by those who judge and name call cause they don’t like my fragrance of success. Maybe they don’t understand… You have no idea what it took for me to get this cologne… I’m happy I don’t have to say in each line how much I believe in God…. I just create like God… Live as free as a God… No need to use buzzwords intertwined with empty thoughts… I give like a God. Talk like a God and if that mother fucker ever walked…. This is just a glimpse… Paradise
(Excerpt from “Jun E Musing”)